It was all-consuming. Saira could barely think of anything now, but her fantasy, the notion of sex, and especially the lovely idea of being trapped in that situation amongst so many other girls, all victims of monstrous attentions. The monster itself was becoming not as important as being its 'prey', of being lost in the world of her own libido. Saira almost - almost - wondered why she was so damnably horny, so consumed. She didn't have a satisfactory answer, really. But then again, Saira had stopped caring a while ago, because it was just that good.

Her hand slowly moved downwards, tempted by thought, fantasy, and lust to just get on with it already and gain release. That kind of release, the kind that in her fantasy, they came to beg for. But something was making Saira stop. Namely... fear. Great and abject fear of the kinds of torment she might get put through in the basement, for being likely caught playing with herself now. Release now, or self-preservation in the future... a very frustrating bargain to have to force someone as pent-up as Saira was right now, to make. The hand drifted lower.

Saira was already breathing heavily just thinking about the things she was showing herself, the things that might come sooner or later, when she met the real monster behind these illusions that she herself was hijacking. She knew it was waiting, could feel it watching. It was probably getting off on her lust, on her willingness to exploit these images for her own desires, of her shameful wants and needs. And the force that told her to go ahead and give herself sweet release, didn't much care whether or not some monster was enjoying it, because it needed.

...Saira's hand slipped down all the way, and began to rub, fingers playing about through her panties to touch around her outer lips, and to toy with her nub, while she carefully bit her lip to try to hold back the sounds. She just wasn't strong enough to resist.

It was almost cruel what Saira had to go through; she was doing an heroic effort to hold out. The pressure she was under would've already made any other girl broken. Ever since her first class that day, the young student had been suffering from a lust so tremendous that it was a miracle she had made it this far. This was her last class and it meant she had gone all day without release and with the all-consuming fire of her lust asking her to fuck anything that could insert itself into her aching sex. Yes, that should have already made any girl's mind become putty and broken.

But not Saira. She was still there, but no longer able to win. She had already lost to her lust, to her needs, she just was sane enough to keep suffering. And that was the worst perhaps, not able to simply faint out of mere pent up tension and having to go through all of this. Saira was already in Elizia's grasp, and the deity played her as she wished. The goddess loved seeing girls break, but it didn't mean she didn't enjoy seeing them hold out. It made her anxious to see how far they went.

Saira could see the professor still close to the talking pair of students, giving her her back. The rest of the students were bored watching the video. But not in her mind. She heard them all moan. Their bodies were covered in sweat and soaked in their own juices. They looked at her with envy and need. Saira had the voluptuous professor on top of her and the monster drilling inside her. That felt so good, the massive cock destroying her sex with every thrust. Her juices almost splashed around as his hips slapped against her. Her body shook just so slightly, the bindings held her limbs tightly but the monster was impaling her so hard. Her moans were stopped as the professor kissed her passionately, her tongue dancing with hers. Until the black-haired woman moaned strongly just above her. The monster was fucking the teacher's sex with a tentacle, both ladies prey to this creature's actions, yet loving every second.
Saira's juices went beyond her soaked panties and dripping, pooling on the chair she was on. Her mouth almost let out a series of moans. Her swollen lips almost begged her to rub them harder. She was near the back, the classroom was dark and it seemed no one paid her attention. Would this fantasy bring her release? Saira herself knew that it probably wouldn't, but she had stopped caring and went on. Sane, but still a slave to lust.

From Saira's perspective, she couldn't quite address it anymore. Yet... yet still, she survived enough to realize just how much she needed it, and how badly. It was a cruel fate, especially because she was still consumed by both lust and shame alike, shuddering violently with her whole body. By that moment Saira would've been making a scene, or at least would've if she wasn't secluded in the darkness, masked by boredom, apathy, and simply being far out of sight. Her hips shifted, rubbing the firm ass underneath them into the chair, even as her hands worked on a more dear part of her body.

Remaining thoughts bubbled up. Sanity, or what's left of it, had its price. Because now she was coherent enough, but consumed enough likewise, to consider the unthinkable. Even as a soft, barely-suppressed moan floated off her lips, Saira thought that maybe being caught wouldn't be that bad. After all... after all, the consequence was the basement, right? Another moan, and she was already near-to molesting the very chair she sat on. They'd... but wait, they might punish her by holding back her release even more. But wouldn't that be such a pleasant hell?... Saira was left confused, horny, and still rubbing back and forth, even as she shifted from suppression to almost revealing herself. Maybe she just didn't break the normal way...?

She was covered by the apathy, boredom and darkness of the classroom around her. Not even the teacher saw her as she tried to focus on the chatting girls in the front, and the other classmates were busier trying to play with their hair or doing whatever they could do, some of them even sleeping on their desks. But Saira, she was no longer under her own control; she did the things she wanted but no longer thinking of what might happen. She had enjoyed all this day, after all, as frustrated as she was and with all that pent up tension inside. It was a very satisfying itch, a pleasing lack of pleasure. What if she was never to have another release again? In the basement she knew she would suffer, but she would get the most pleasure out of this kind of torture. Oh, but how she longed for one.

Until suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder, soft at first but squeezing more to get her attention. If Saira looked up it was only to meet the teacher's hard gaze on her. She didn't say anything to her, but only remained there to stop her from doing a scene of a wanting harlot in front of the class. The video took long to end and with every passing second Saira could feel the fire in her loins growing and growing. In fact, the teacher carried a terrible presence and she could feel it tempting her to masturbate, but she didn't know why exactly; it could have been the earlier fantasies involving her and the monster that was fucking them both. When the bell rang, the black haired woman went to the front and sat down on her desk, saying something like their work was to analyze the video based on the textbook's author's perspective about the situation while the students packed their things and started leaving the classroom. "Miss Nejem, you are not free to go yet. Stay here and close the door when your classmates are finished leaving."

Being subjected to the gaze of the teacher behind her was hard. Harder still, from the dread influence she seemed to give off. Saira's mind fluttered between fantasy and reality during those tense moments that the video was still on, squirming in her chair with very blatant need. Still... still, the girl's sense of fear and shame was well-developed, more than enough to keep her hands from going back down there, even if her legs still twitched and shook. A part of her mind wondered why. Saira couldn't begin to comprehend what was going on, at least not through the haze of arousal, but she was rather bothered about what was going on, feeling like she was out of control... she was the sort who tended to stay in control, as her tormenter might have learned by now, but to have lost like she had still stung.

Nonetheless, the time eventually passed. Saira barely had a chance to even try to stand up, let alone succeed, when she heard the teacher's words. It was then, though, that she meekly, shudderingly walked over to the door, going ahead and closing it. Staring at the teacher all the while, to boot. It was only after another few seconds - maybe even a whole minute - of silence that the twitching, obviously wiped-out girl spoke up. "S... so... now what happens...?"

The black haired professor was scribbling something on her desk while the students left and Saira was helpless to close the door and stare at the imposing woman who seemed to put little attention now on the student who drowned in arousal and need. Why couldn't she hurry it up? Saira had no desire to be there, she had a lust to satisfy and desire to quench. She just wanted to be taken, to masturbate herself to oblivion and get rid of that fire in her loins that screamed for a good fuck. But in that moment, even while professor Rausten wasn't looking at her with her terrifying gaze, she could feel her strong presence... and see her well-endowed figure. Saira could admire the side of her perfect body and long legs as she kept writing down on a piece of paper. She had to leave to satisfy herself or else she'd go mad, so she spoke up.

"I've been informed that you skipped all of your classes today, Miss Nejem, but your first class and this one. However, you arrived late to both of them. I hope that you realize that that means a heavy punishment for you in the basement," she replied, turning her head towards Saira and standing up next to her desk, holding in her hand a light yellow paper that had written on it her sentence to the basement. She was barely extending her hand out so Saira would go and take it, but as she did that, with every step she took closer to the beautiful teacher she could feel her lust increasing exponentially. She had to make an inhuman effort, her feet swayed beneath her and her legs trembled, she was dripping from her cunt and getting her inner thighs already, she could feel it, she had the need to be impaled as she got close to her. Finally, after she got within arms distance she wanted to take that paper and leave, but just as she reached out for it, the woman would get her hand on the desk lean on it, the paper pressed in between. "I may have forgotten to write down the fact that you were masturbating in the middle of my class. They said you were a brilliant student, but I can only see a wanton, indecent girl." As she spoke, a tendril made of shadow appeared near the door and locked it, disappearing into nothing without letting Saira notice.